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“Yeah, it is.” I snatched it out of her hand and hung it up again. “But apparently the guy we’re having dinner with is a pervert or something and…”
“Zach doesn’t want another man lusting after you?” Meadow raised an eyebrow. “But you really don’t see it.”
I huffed, pulling another dress out of the closet. “I have no idea what you girls are talking about. Zach and I are just friends. We are not in love and whatever you think you’re seeing, there’s nothing there.” But even though I said those words, I had always hoped for something more. He had been the only guy I ever felt comfortable with. I could be myself around him and he never judged or made fun of me for my quirks.
“Come on, Luna. You can’t honestly believe that,” Meadow said.
“Leave it alone,” Gigi told her sister. “She’ll see it eventually.”
“I feel like we’ve overused that word,” I mumbled.
“Fine.” Meadow reached into the closet. “What about this?”
I looked between the dress in my hand and the one she was holding. I ran my fingers down the black fabric. I stewed over their words. Could Zach be wanting more from me? Could he be feeling something different? Could he finally see whatever it was that they saw? I shook my head, chewing my bottom lip. I wasn’t sure, but I was willing to find out.
I took the dress from Meadow, pressed it up to my body and moved to the floor-length mirror. “It’s perfect.”
Zach
ALL BREATH LET MYlungs as Luna approached me. The sound that escaped my chest was a half groan, half growl. Fuck me, she looked good enough to eat. I shook myself. I couldn’t have these thoughts about her. But I did. On one hand, I was thankful that things between us were finally moving in a different direction other than just being friends. And on the other, I was terrified.
My stomach clenched, forcing that fear to the back of my mind.
There were only a few years between us but these feelings, this want, thisneed, it was new. I always thought she was beautiful. Being half-Italian made her skin glow with a delicious tan. I still shouldn’t have these thoughts about her. Besides the fact that her father was a scary fucker, she deserved better. So much better than my broken, moody soul.
The inner turmoil trembling through me, tugged and pulled, damn near splitting me apart.
“She deserves better.”
My stomach clenched.
Luna’s chocolate brown eyes caught mine, a slow smile spreading on her beautiful face. Her dark hair fell down around her shoulders in waves. The black dress that hugged every inch of her curvy frame, sat snug against her body. It fell just below her knees. It left little to the imagination but was still sexy as hell just the same. It accentuated her figure in ways I had only fantasized about. My dick twitched, pushing against the fly of my pants. Evenhewas happy to see her.
Confusion coursed through me as this newfound awareness slid through me. I hadn’t reacted this way to a female in a long time. Too damn long if you asked me.
“How do I look?” Luna asked, twirling around.
I forced back the urge to bite my knuckles. The fabric of her dress hugged her hips and sat snug against her ass. Her body would fit perfectly in my hands.
“Good,” was all I said instead.
“Really?” Her face fell. “Just good?”
No, Moonbeam. I want to reach beneath your dress, swipe my tongue between those full thighs and show you exactly how beautiful I think you look.
“Yes,” I croaked. Fuck, this was going to be a long night.
“Oh. Okay. Well you look handsome.” She walked past me and that was when I caught it. A sweet sugary scent wafted into my nose.
A growl escaped me then.
She paused, looking up at me, her brows furrowing in the middle. “Zach?”
I had to rein it in for fear that I would do things to her before she was ready for them. My gaze dropped to her full red mouth. She hardly ever wore makeup but tonight, her lashes were long and thick, and her lips were painted a deep crimson. The color heightened the red in her cheeks while her dark lashes made the slight caramel in her eyes, pop.
“I’m having a hard time, Moonbeam,” I said, wrapping my hand around her forearm. Brushing my thumb back and forth, I reveled in the way her skin erupted into tiny goosebumps. “A really hard fucking time.”
“W-What do you mean?” she asked, her voice shaking.
